I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 135: Son, Mom Is Coming to Accompany You

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Son, Mom Is Coming to Accompany You

Zhang Lin saw Shen Zhiyao in a dark green qipao, her hair unbound and her hands empty of any weapon. She could instantly tell that this woman was from the Xuanmen.

’To come here so lightly equipped... she must be looking down on me!’

She sneered, "Little girl, don’t think you’re hot stuff just because you’ve learned a few tricks. Let me tell you, there’s always someone better out there. If you know what’s good for you, get out of here. If not, don’t blame me for what happens next!"

Not only did Shen Zhiyao not leave, she walked further into the room.

She glanced at the sickly, listless man on the bed and sighed. "It must be agonizing to cling to life like this. For you, perhaps death would be a release."

Zhang Lin instantly flew into a rage. "Who gave you the right to wish death on my son! Say one more word of that nonsense and I’ll tear your mouth off!"

With that, she grabbed a fruit knife from the table and lunged at Shen Zhiyao.

Despite her age, she was nimble and her reflexes were sharp. Even ten bulls might not have been able to overpower her.

Unfortunately, in front of Shen Zhiyao, even the best skills were nothing more than fancy but useless theatrics.

Shen Zhiyao stood perfectly still. Just as the knife was about to strike, she raised her hand and caught the blade between two fingers. With a gentle twist, the blade snapped in half.

As if afraid of dirtying her hands, she disdainfully tossed the broken blade to the floor.

Only then did Zhang Lin realize Shen Zhiyao’s skills far surpassed her own, and she no longer dared to act rashly.

Zhang Lin took a deep breath. "Since you insist on protecting that young man, I’ll do you this favor and spare him. You should go. From now on, we’ll stay out of each other’s way."

Shen Zhiyao said, "Let him go, only to find another scapegoat? Let me be honest with you. Tonight, you won’t find a single one."

"I suggest you mind your own business!" Zhang Lin’s expression darkened instantly. "If you’re so determined to die, then I’ll fight you to the bitter end! I might just end up killing you!"

This time, Shen Zhiyao didn’t attack physically. Instead, she gathered a current of Spiritual Power, shaping it into a glowing cord of light.

The cord of light instantly wrapped around Zhang Lin’s neck, making it difficult for her to breathe but not allowing her the mercy of a quick death.

Shen Zhiyao leaned in close to Zhang Lin, a mocking glint in her eyes as she watched the woman struggle fruitlessly for her life. "You?" she said coldly. "What makes you think a creature like you is even worthy of killing me?"

"Who... who are you?" Fear finally gripped Zhang Lin.

’No wonder she dared to come here so lightly armed, without a single weapon. With skills like these, any weapon would be redundant.’

Shen Zhiyao had no intention of answering. A mocking smile played on her lips, and she looked at the woman as if she were already dead.

"You can’t kill me! If you do, the Judicial Sect will never let you get away with it!" Facing death, Zhang Lin grasped for a lifeline.

"The Judicial Sect? What kind of sect is that? Are they powerful? I wonder, who’s stronger? The Judicial Sect, or Wudang Mountain?" Shen Zhiyao gave a devilish smile and turned to ask Zhang Lin.

The question startled Zhang Lin. The mention of Wudang Mountain brought the image of Chen Yan’s cold face to her mind.

By some strange twist of fate, the two faces merged into one in her mind.

Instantly, Zhang Lin’s eyes widened in shock. "You... You’re from Wudang Mountain... No wonder... No wonder you dared to come here all by yourself..."

It seemed she had misunderstood something.

Zhang Lin said, "If you truly intend to kill me, I’ll accept my fate. I only beg you to spare my son. His destiny is a tragic one, and just staying alive is a struggle for him. I only ask that you extend his life one more time."

’Even now, she’s still thinking about her son.’

Shen Zhiyao sneered. "A tragic destiny is no excuse to harm others! Your son wants to live, so other people’s children deserve to die?"

Just then, a sickening SQUELCH came from nearby.

Zhang Lin’s eyes flew wide, and she screamed, "Qingqing!"

Her sickly son had plunged the broken dagger into his own chest. His muscles twitched from the immense pain, but an expression of unprecedented relief spread across his face.

"Why... why..." Zhang Lin stumbled to her son’s side, trembling. She tried to stanch the bleeding from his chest, but was so afraid of causing him more pain that she couldn’t bring herself to touch the wound.

"Why didn’t you wait for Mom? Mom would have found you another young, healthy child to extend your life. Why are you so foolish? Why would you leave me? I have nothing without you..."

Qingqing said, "No... no need for that anymore... Mom, you killed... killed so many people just to keep me alive. But... but you... why did you never ask if I even wanted to live...?"

She could extend her son’s life again and again, but she couldn’t cure his illness. For him, living like this was nothing but pain.

Such a long and painful existence had become unbearable.

He had wanted to end his life countless times, but he had never found the courage to face death.

Now, he had finally conquered his fear. In the final moments of his life, all he felt was release.

Qingqing’s head turned stiffly toward Shen Zhiyao, his voice laced with a plea. "Now that I’m dying, my mom... she won’t hurt anyone else... I beg you... please, spare my mother’s life..."

With that, his head fell limply to the side, and he breathed his last.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Zhang Lin threw herself onto her son’s body, wailing. "My son! You were all I had left! You were my whole life... Now that you’re gone, how am I supposed to live! Don’t leave me..."

Faced with this scene of tragic separation, Shen Zhiyao merely watched with a detached air, as if matters of human life and death were beneath her notice.

Zhang Lin cried for a long time before she suddenly looked up at Shen Zhiyao and roared, "You’re still going to kill me!"

Shen Zhiyao said nothing, but her expression said it all.

"I’m telling you! When I die, the Judicial Sect will know. And when that day comes, it will be your turn to die!"

Zhang Lin took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of her son’s mouth. She then adjusted his body, at least allowing him to rest more comfortably in death.

After finishing, her hand trembling, she reached out and pulled the dagger from her son’s grasp. Then, gritting her teeth, she plunged it fiercely into her own heart. Her body slumped, and she fell into her son’s embrace.

"Qingqing... Mom will walk the road to the afterlife with you, so you won’t be lonely..."

"Qingqing, hell is too cold. Mom is coming to keep you company..."

...

After knocking his son unconscious with a shovel and putting him back on the bed, Old Zhang still didn’t dare to relax, terrified that the previous scene would repeat itself.

He even took out a rope and thoroughly trussed his son to the bed.

Just as he finished, Zhang Si suddenly woke up. "Dad, what are you doing?" he asked, confused. "Why are you tying me up?"

Old Zhang continued tying the knots as he explained, "Son, just bear with it. I’m doing this to save you! If what just happened occurs again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold you down."

Zhang Si: "..."

Only after Old Zhang explained everything did Zhang Si realize what a terrifying event had just transpired and that he had nearly lost his life.

But now, he genuinely felt fine.

Aside from his limbs being numb from the ropes, he felt no other discomfort and begged his father to untie him.

Just then, Shen Zhiyao, having dealt with the matter, sent a message to Old Zhang: "It’s been resolved. Your son is fine now."

Old Zhang breathed an instant sigh of relief. He was about to untie his son when he paused. "The streamer said you’re fine, but what if someone is still plotting something behind the scenes? Son, for your own safety, you should just sleep tied up! I mean, sleeping is sleeping, right?"

Zhang Si: "..."